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Whatever crazy sorrow saith,
Death is the crown of life; No life that breathes with human breath Were death denyed, poor man would live in Has ever truly long'd for death.
vain: a. TENNYSON -- Two Voices. St. 132. Were death denyed, to live would not be life:
Were death denyed, ev'n fools would wish to No evil is honourable; but death is honour
die. able; therefore death is no evil.
l. Young-Night Thoughts. Night III. b. TENO.
Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. I hear a voice you cannot hear,
m. Young - Night Thoughts. Night V. Which says, I must not stay;
Line 1011. I see a hand you cannot see, Which beckons me away.
Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice?
Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace TICKELL--Colin and Lucy.
n. Young - Night Thoughts. Night I. There taught us how to live; and (oh! too
Line 212. high The prices for knowledge) taught us how to
Man makes a death which nature never made.
Young -- Night Thoughts. Night IV. d. TICKELL, On the Death of Addison.
Line 15. Line 81. Men drop so fast, 'ere life's mid-stage we tread,
Few know so many friends alive, as dead. Take, O boatman, thrice thy fee;
p. Young -- Home of Fame. Line 97. Take,- I give it willingly;
The chamber where the good man meets his For, invisible to thee,
fate, Spirits twain have cross'd with me.
Is privileged beyond the common walk e. UHLAND- The Passage.
Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
q. YOUNG---Night Thoughts. Night II. How beautiful it is for a man to die
Line 633. Upon the walls of Zion! to be called
The knell, the shroud, the mattock and the Like a watch-worn and weary sentinel,
grave, To put his armour off, and rest in heaven.
The deep damp vault, the darkness and the J. WILLIS —On the Death of a Missionary.
1 . Young-Night Thoughts. Night IV. For I know that Death is a guest divine,
Line 10. Who shall drink my blood as I drink this
Who can take wine.
Death's portrait true? The tyrant never sat. And He cares for nothing! a king is He!
S. YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night VI. Come on old fellow, and drink with me.
Line 52. With you I will drink to the solemn Past, Though the cup that I drain should be my
DECAY. last. g. WILLIAM WINTER— Orgia. The Song | A gilded halo hovering round decay.
of a Ruined Man. t. BYRON -- Giaour. Line 100.
Great families of yesterday we show,
And lords whose parents were, the Lord
knows who. h. WOLFE- Monody on the Death of Sir
U. DEFOE - True-born Englishman. Pt. I. John Moore.
Line 1. If I had thought thou couldst have died,
Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, I might not weep for thee;
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay; But I forgot, when by thy side,
Princes and Lords may flourish, or may That thou couldst mortal be;
fadeIt never through my mind had pass'd,
A breath can make them, as a breath has That time would e'er be o'er---
madeWhen I on thee should look my last,
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
When once destroy'd can never be supplied. And thou shouldst smile no more. i. WOLFE-- The Death of Mary.
V. GOLDSMITH - Deserted Village, Line 51.
History fades into fable; fact becomes Her first deceased; she for a little tried
clouded with oubt and controversy; the inTo live without him, liked it not, and died. scription moulders from the tablet: the statue WOTTON -- On the Death of Sir Albert falls from the pedestal. Columns, arches,
Morton's Wife. pyramids, what are they but heaps of sand;
and their epitaphs, but characters written in A death-bed's a detector of heart.
the dust ? k. YOUNG- Night Thoughts. Night II. W. IRVING- The Sketch Book. Westminster Line 641, 1
There seems to be a constant decay of all Where most sweets are, there lyes a snake: our ideas; even of those which are struck | Kisses and favours are sweet things. deepest, and in minds the most retentive, so 0. ROBERT HERRICK — The Shower of that if they be not sometimes renewed by rc
Blossomes. peated exercises of the senses, or reflection on those kinds of objects which at first occa
Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love, sioned them, the print wears out, and at last
But why did you kick me down stairs ? there remains nothing to be seen.
p. J. P. KEMBLE- The Panel. Act. I. a. LOCKE- Human Understanding.
Sc. 1. Bk, II. Cl. I.
It is in vain to find fault with those arts of Lips must fade and roses wither.
deceiving wherein men find pleasure to be b. LOWELL—The Token.
4. LOCKE- Human Understanding. All that's bright must fade,
Bk. III. Ch. I.. The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made
All is not golde that outward shewith bright. But to be lost when sweetest
1. LYDGATE- On the Mutibility of Human c. MOORE- National Airs.
S. MIDDLETON--A Fair Quarrel. Act V. The eating canker dwells.
Sc. 1. d. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I.
Sc. 1. Where more is meant than meets the ear.
t. MILTON-11 Penseroso. Line 120. The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he; His time is spent.
Like Dead sea fruit that tempts the eye e Richard II. Act II. Sc. 1.
But turns to ashes on the lips.
U. MOORE-Lalla Rookh. The Fire
Worshippers Line 1018. Hateful to me, as are the gates of hell,
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd I Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart,
said; Utters another.
Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. j BEYANT's Homer's Iliad. Bk. IX.
v. POPE-- Prologue to the Satires. Line 1. Line 386.
0, what a tangled web we weave, Quoth Hudibras, I smell a rat,
When first we practise to deceive.
w. SCOTT - Varmion. Canto VI. St. 17. Line 821.
Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle I think not I am what I appear.
shapes, he BYRON --The Bride of Abydos.
And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice.
Canto I. St. 12. a. Richard III. Act II. Sc. 2. But al thing, which that schineth as the gold.
All is confounded, all! Is naught gold, as that I have herd told.
Reproach and everlasting shame i. CHAUCER - Canterbury Tales.
Sits mocking in our plumes..
All that glisters is not gold.
Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 7. To turn a penny in the way of trade.
Heywood's Proverbs, 1546. j. COWPER— Table Talk. Line 421.
Herbert. Jacula Prudentu'n.
Goorge's Eglogs, Epitaphs, &c., 1563. All as they say that glitters is not gold. k. DBYDEN -- Hind and Panther.
An evil soul, producing holy witness,
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek; Of all the evil spirits abroad at this hour | A goodly apple rotten at the heart: in the world, insincerity is the most danger- 0, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! ous.
aa. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 3. I. FROUDE-Short Studies on Great Subjects. Education. A quicksand of deceit.
06. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 4. Nor all that glisters gold. m. GRAY-- Ona Favourite Cat. St. 7. Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile
With sorrow snares relenting passengers; That for ways that are dark
Or as the snake, roli'd in a flowering bank, And for tricks that are vain,
With shining checker'd slough, doth sting a The heathen Chinee is peculiar.
child, The BEET HARTE-Plain Language from That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent.
Truthful James. cc. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 2.
Here we wander in illusions; And he that does one fault at first,
And lies to hide it makes it two.
Decide not rashly. The decision made
Can never be recalled. The gods implore not, Led so grossly by this meddling priest, Plead not, solicit not; they only offer Dreading the curse that money inay buy out. Choice and occasion, which onco being passed C. King John. Act III. Sc. i.
Return no more. Dost thou accept the gift? Make the Moor thank me, love me, and re- / Po
p. LONGFELLOW— Musque of Pandora.
Tower of Prometheus on Mount ward me, For making him egregiously an ass.
Caucasus. d. Othello. Act II. Sc. 1.
Once to every man and nation, come the O, that deceit should dwell
moment to decide,
In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the In such a gorgeous palace !
good or evil side. e. Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 2.
9. LOWELL— The Present Crisis. The instruments of darkness tell us truths;
Men must be decided on what they will Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
NOT do, and then they are able to act with In deepest consequence. f. Macbeth. “Act I. Sc. 3.
vigor in what they ought to do.
7. MENCIUS-- Maxims. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor
Pleasure and revenge, good fellowship in thee.
Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice g. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 2.
Of any true decision. The world is still deceiv'd with ornament.
1 8. Troilus unul Cressida Act II. Sc. 2. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice,
Who doth right deeds Will bloss it, and approve it with a text,
Is twice born, and who doeth ill deeds vile. Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
t. EDWIN ARNOLD- Light of Asia. h. Merchant of Venice. Act III, Sc. 2.
Bk. VI. Line 78.
| Deeds, not words. They fool me to the top of my bent. I will
top of my bent. I will U. BEAUMONT and FLETCHER— Lover's como by and by.
Progress. Act III. Sc. 1. i. Hamiet. Act III. Sc. 2.
Our deeds determine us, as much as we Thus much of this, will make
determine our deeds. Black, white; foul, fair; wrong, right;
v. GEORGE ELIOT -- Adam Bede. Ch. XIX. Base, noble; old, young; coward, valiant. Ha, you gods! why this ?
Things of to-day?
2. EBENEZER ELLIOTT-Hymn. Line 22. Why, I can smile, and murther whiles I smile;
Wo are our own fates. Our own deeds And cry, content to that which grieves my
| Are our doomsmen. Man's life was made
Not for men's creeds, heart; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
But men's actions. And frame my face to all occasions.
OWEN MEREDITH-Lucile. Pt. II. k. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act III. Sc. 2.
Canto V. St. 8.
I on the other side With one auspicious, and one dropping eye; Us'd no nmbition to commend my deeds, With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in
The deeds themselves, though mute, spoke marriage,
loud the doer. In equal scale weighing delight and dole.
y. Multon-Samson Agonistes. Line 246. I. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2.
You do the deeds, Yes, this is life, and everywhere we meet, And your ungodly deeds find me the words. Not victor crowns, but wailings of defeat. 2. Multon's Trans. of Sophocles. Electra. m. ELIZABETH OAKES SMITH-Sonnet.
Line 624. The Unattained.
The deed I intend is great, Gold all is not that doth golden seem.
But what, as yet, I know not. n. SPENSER— Faerie Queene. Bk. II.
aa. SANDY's Trans. of Ovid's Canto VIII. St. 14.
Their tables were stor'd full, to glad the
A deed without a name.
Q. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 1. From lowest place when virtuous things pro
ceed, The place is dignified by the doer's deed: Where great additions swell, and virtue
none, It is a dropsied honour; good alone Is good without a name. b. All's Well That Ends Well. Act II.
Sc. 3. Go in, and cheer the town; we'll forth, and Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at
night. C. Troilus and Cressida. Act V. Sc. 3.
He covets less Than inisery itself would give; rewards His deeds with doing them; and is content To spend the time, to end it.
d. Coriolanus. Act II. Sc. 2. I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts, And will with deeds requite thy gentleness.
€. Titus Andronicus. Act I. Sc. 2.
I never saw Such noble fury in so poor a thing; Such precious deeds in one that promis'd
nought But beggary and poor looks.
f. Cymbeline. Act V. Sc. 5. The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it.
g. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc.1. They look into the beauty of thy mind, And that, in guess, they measure by thy
deeds. h. Sonnet LXIX.
And not so much to feed on, as delight;
n. Pericies. Act I. Sc. 4. A voice of greeting from the wind was sent; The mists enfolded me with soft white
arms; The birds did sing to lap me in content,
The rivers wove their charms,And every little daisy in the grass Did look up in my face, and smile to see me
pass! 0. STODDARD— Hymn to the Beautiful.
St. 4. DESIRE. “Man wants but little here below
Nor wants that little long, 'Tis not with me exactly so;
But 'tis so in the song.
Would muster many a score;
I still should long for more.
Bk. II. The impatient Wish, that never feels repose, Desire, that with perpetual current flows; The fluctuating pangs, of Hope and Fear, Joy distant still, and Sorrow ever near. FALCONER-- The Shipwreck. Canto I.
Line 493. Oh! could I throw aside these earthly bands That tie me down where wretched mortals
sighTo join blest spirits in celestial lands! S. PETRARCH— To Laura in Death.
Sonnet XLV. Can one desire too much of a good thing? t. As You Like It. Act IV. Sc. 1.
I have Immortal longings in me.
U. Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. So. 2. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought: I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.
v. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 4.
DELIGHT. I am convinced that we have a degree of delight, and that no small one, in the real misfortunes and pains of others. i. BURKE--The Sublime and Beautiful.
Pt. I. Sec. 14. In this fool's paradise be drank delight. j. CRABBE- The Borough Payers.
Letter XII. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and pow
der, Which, as they kiss, consume.
k. Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 6. Why, all delights are vain; and that most
vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit
pain. I Love's Labour's Lost. Act I. Sc. 1. Man delights not me, no, nor woman neither, though, by your smiling, you seem to say so. m. Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2.
Where nothing wants, that want itself doth
w. Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc 3, Lacking my love, I go from place to place, Like a young fawn that late hath lost the
hind, And seek each where where last I saw her
face, Whose image yet I carry fresh in mind.
X. SPENSER-Sonnet LXXVIII.
We grow like flowers, and bear desire,
Gone-fitted away, The odor of the human flowers.
Taken the stars from the night and the sun u. STODDARD- The Squire of Low Degree.
from the day!
m. TENNYSON --- The Window. Gone. . But 0, for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still.
DESPAIR. b. TENNYSON-- Break, Break, Break.
The world goes whispering to its own, Father of life and light! Thou Good Supreme! “This anguish pierces to the bone.”
And tender friends go sighing round, Save me from folly, vanity and vice,
" What love can ever cure this wound?" From every low pursuit! and feed my soul My days go on, my days go on. With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue 11. E. B. BROWNING - De Profundis. pure;
St. 5. Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss!
A happier lot were mine, c. THOMSON--The Seasons. Winter.
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
For I shall have no hope when thou art
gone, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none, d. Young- Night Thoughts. Night V.
And no dear mother.
Line 530. Wishing, of all employments, is the worst, Hark! to the hurried question of Despair: Philosophy's reverse; and health's decay! “Where is my child?”-an echo answers – e. YOUNG--Night Thoughts. Night IV.
Canto II. St. 27.
No longer I follow a sound,
O happiness not to be found,
9. COWPER —Song on Peace. f. BRYANT-Trans. The Paradise of
All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
r. DANTE - lleil. Canto Ill. Line 9. None are so desolate but something dear,
To tell men that they cannot help themDearer than selt, possesses or possess'd
selves is to fling them into recklessness and A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.
despair. y. BYRON - Childe Harold. Canto II.
si FROUDE-Short Studies on Great
Subjects. Calvinism. What is the worst of woes that wait on age? There's no dew left on the daisies and clorer. What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the There's no rain left in heaven. brow?
1. JEAN INGELOW--Song of Seven. Sever To view each loved one blotted from life's
Times On.. And be alone on earth, as I am now.
Abashed the Devil stood, h. BYRON – Childe Harolu. Canto II.
And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
Virtue in her own shape how lovely; saw
And pined his loss. No soul is desolate as long as there is a u.. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. I. human being for whom it can feel trust and
Line E46. reverence.
Farewell happy fields, i. GEORGE ELIOT- Romola. Ch. XLIV.
Where joy forever dwells: Hail horrors! hail. No one is so accursed by fate,
1. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. IV.
Line 249. No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown,
How gladly would I meet Responds unto his own.
Mortality my sentence, and be earth j. LONGFELLOW- Endymion.
Insensible! how glad would lay me down
As in my mother's lap! My desolation does begin to make
U. MILTON - Paradise Lost. Bk. X. A better life.
Line 775. k. Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2. In the lowest deep, a lower deep
Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, There is no creature loves me;
To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven. And if I die no sonl shall pity me.
X. Milton— Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. 1. Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3.